Time for this rolling stone to brush off the moss.

Considering that the original premise for this blog hinged on the notion that I would be traveling fairly extensively in one form or another, it’s ironic how sedentary I’ve been in recent months. Gainful employment and single parenthood cramp your style like that.

Nevertheless! Tomorrow I buck the sedentary trend by catching a six a.m. flight to San Jose, California to reunite with those near and dear. Things are more or less squared away for the trip—the main question is, since I’m working tonight and I like to show up early for flights, and I don’t live close to the airport, should I even bother going to sleep this evening? Or should I just opt for Hunter-Thompson-caliber-delirium, abandon the tortured novel attempt I’m currently making no progress on, and pen Fear and Loathing in San Jose?

Good times ahead.